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The Feast of the Transfiguration of Our Lord

I have to admit, I struggle with understanding the Transfiguration. It's one of those events in the life of Christ that I don't "get." I'm not sure what the "take-away" is.

Here is a lovely, short piece from from Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI (via Scott Hahn) that helps:

I hope you enjoy this brief reflection of Pope Benedict XVI on the Transfiguration, which is drawn from his very last Angelus Address:

“The Evangelist places particular attention on the fact that Jesus was transfigured as He prayed. Meditating on this Gospel passage, we can draw a very important teaching from it. First of all, the primacy of prayer, without which the entire commitment of ministry and charity is reduced to activism. Indeed, prayer is not an isolation from the world and its contradictions. Instead, prayer is what leads us to love in action. The Christian life consists in continually scaling the mountain to meet God and then coming back down, bearing the love and strength drawn from Him, so as to serve our brothers and sisters with God’s own love.'”

“I hear this Word of God addressed to me in a special way at this moment of my life. The Lord has called me to 'scale the mountain', to dedicate myself still more to prayer and meditation. But this does not mean abandoning the Church. If God asks me this it is precisely so that I might continue to serve her with the same dedication and the same love with which I have tried to give up to now, but in a way more suitable to my age and my strength. Let us call upon the intercession of the Virgin Mary: May she help all of us to always follow the Lord Jesus, in prayer and in works of charity.”

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